Des'Tai: Book Two

32: Tyron

I had the day planned out in my mind, from start to finish and that all went to shit the moment my hand slid up her leg. She wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath! I'd just driven a weaver a couple of miles through the city and the whole time Faye was sat behind me like that.

I wasn't going to last the day. She knew it and I knew it.

I eyed the large, white stoned building at her back. I had to fix this before the whole day was ruined. Gripping her hand, I pulled her into the store, storming my way to the female underwear section. Looking around, I instantly regretted my decision. Lace, silk, satin...I could picture my Faye in it all.

Dear Goddess, what have I done!?

I nudged her forward. "Choose."

That sexy smirk of hers hadn't left her lips once. "Oh Ty, baby. You don't have to dress me up, I have all of this already."

"This is to wear now," I managed to ground out.

"I don't need-"

"Faye," My eyes locked onto hers and I could tell she was loving this whole situation a little too much. "Do you want me to fuck you in a changing room?"

The question caught her off guard, her cheeks blooming. "Yes."

What? For fuck sake.

"No," I hissed at her, frustrated with us both. She wanted me to and fuck, I wanted to too! "You do not want me to take your virginity in a grimy, germy changing room. Now, please, I am begging you here, Katinar. Choose something and put. It. On."

Faye glared at me defiantly for a long, drawn out ten seconds, then sauntered off, grabbing not one, or two, or hell even three, but four pieces of colourful lacey pieces. I only vaguely noticed that they weren't all panties either.

"That's more than one."

"I want them all."

"Fine. As long as you put one on now, I honestly don't give a shit."

And thank the heavens above, that's just what she did. As she left the women's toilets, now slightly more covered than she was before, Faye linked her fingers into mine, swinging her shopping bag at her other side. "You're such a killjoy."

I rolled my eyes at her as we started down the street. "Forgive me for not wanting every man we walk past to ogle at you."

"And forgive me for not wanting to walk around in wet panties all day. Do you have any idea what you do to a woman, Tyron Thorn? Obviously not."

My fingers tightened around her hand. "Just so you know..." I dropped my voice just loud enough for her to hear me. "I'm going to take you back to that store, buy you some more panties, then fuck you hard in that changing room."

Faye stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. "Ty..."

"I hope the walls are sturdy in there, because when I slam in to you I-"

"Stop it!" She snapped, tugging at my arm. "You're not helping!"

I turned a corner and headed down the opposite street towards the one place I actually needed to visit today. "Then behave yourself and so will I."

Two could play her game and what she didn't know yet was that I could play it better. Up until recently I'd had to watch what I said to her, afraid of earning myself a 'I'm just not ready'. Little did I know she was about to do a complete 360 on me! I'd let myself become soft in the last three months.

After tonight, it was time to stop treating her like a dainty glass flower.

Nestled between the clean, white buildings was a small wooden hut, with 'The Garden' written on a sign above the door. Bingo. This was the only place in a fifty mile radius that sold what I needed.

Faye followed me inside, shooting me a quizzical look. The door chimed as we entered, the clerk an elderly female with a birds nest on her head, complete with feathers that stuck out in odd directions. She offered us a quick smile, then returned her attention to the book in her lap.

I looked over my shoulder to find Faye was busy looking at the collection of crystal balls and wind chimes hanging from the ceiling, her expression wistful as she ran her fingers over the smooth glass orbs. Using her distraction as my opportunity, I approached the woman, murmuring my request. She beamed excitedly at me, her eyes flickering to Faye in question. I nodded and she scurried away, vanishing into the back room before returning with a small black jar, corked and a brown string tied around its neck. She gave me brief instructions on its use, warning me not to wait too long after application. I paid and quickly took the brown paper bag, nodding my thanks.

"That was quick," Faye said, following me outside. "What did you buy?"

"Senna asked me to pick up some herbs for her. Nothing exciting."

Lucky for me, she accepted my reply without further questions.

With that out of the way, we spent the rest of the morning wandering around the main shopping district. We shared a pastry in the gardens and enjoyed one of Amethyst Falls famous purple coffees, bought a few small things to fill up our kitchen cupboards and Faye picked out a new pair of boots she liked, similar to the ones she'd ruined in the forest the day before. I showed her the Song Market, where music could always be heard, and walked her down the Rainbow Route, a side street that had earned its nickname because of its rainbow cobbled stones that only showed their colours when you walked on them.

It was close to 3pm by the time we got back to the weaver. We tucked the shopping bags into the side compartment and headed off in the opposite direction to home.

Amethyst Falls was mostly surrounded by various lakes and rivers, but twenty miles east of the city was the ocean – something I knew for sure they also had on Earth.

And that's where we were heading next.

I wanted to give Faye a taste of her home world, by showing her that Earth and Siofra weren't as different as they seemed.

The road was narrow along the coast, winding along the rugged mountain sides. I heard her gasp through her mic, her arms tightening around me. "You have an ocean here, too?"

"There's a thousand miles of it between here and the next piece of land. We're close to the edge of the world."

There were no safe places to pull up and park, so a drive by was the best I could do for today.

By the time we pulled up to the garage, it was close to five. I flipped my helmet off and helped Faye climb from the weaver, taking her earpiece from her.

"Why do I have a feeling you have something else planned?"

I was growing antsy, eager even. Just a few more hours...

I shot her a grin and pulled my paper bag from the side of the weaver. "There's no getting past you. Dinner in an hour, on the balcony, so don't be late!"

"Hey – where are you going?" She called as I made my quick departure.

"One hour! Don't go near our place until then!"